I told Ms. Griggs I left my homework at my dad’s house, and my mom refuses to let me go over there till the weekend. Somehow Ms. Griggs knows my parents aren’t divorced. “Strike Two,” she says. (Apparently she didn’t believe my grandma died yesterday either.) Tonight’s homework, stupid as always, is worse than usual. […]
How to get out of P.E. class. Or, maybe not.
Comma sutra–Because punctuation is sexy